I’ll say it again, being sick sucks! And being a sick mommy sucks even more! And having a sick baby while being a sick mommy sucks the worst!
Last night was one of the worst in my mommy life. It started out like any other night until the rain started. I’m not talking any old rain, I’m talking an all-out wind thrashing downpour. Which, of course, woke up the sick baby who, though he nursed every hour through the day, probably didn’t get enough milk because my couch confinement made it hard to drink the massive amount of water he requires.
But at 1 o’clock in the morning I was in no condition to go in and feed my poor little doddle so I sent hubby in to try put him back to sleep which was a great idea until Sugarplum woke up screaming because she was scared of the rain. So I ended up in Doodle’s room (it’s closer than the girls’ room), feeding him while trying not to pass out. Doodle was up again an hour and a half later and eventually put himself back to sleep and then the hunder and lightening started and while the girls never got upset about it, it prevented me from sleeping in anticipation of their terror.
Then came 4:30 and Doodle was up again. I sent hubby in again and he calmed down for a few minutes before going into a full on rage. I tried to get up and go to him but just sitting up in bed was too much so at 4:45 I had hubby get Doodle and I fed him in bed until he drifted off to sleep and then I put him in the play yard (which is still next to my bed for him to play in while I get dressed) where he finished out the night (morning?) peacefully.
This is the first time I can remember not been ABLE to attend to my children when they needed me. Sure, there’s been times I haven’t wanted to go to them in the night and/or have deliberately ignored them but this was this first time I desperately wanted to go (knowing Doodle was feeling bad as well) and just couldn’t. If hubby hadn’t been there, I’m sure I would have managed but I also very well could have ended up as a blob on the floor.
